Há coisas que ficam simplesmente melhor desarrumadas.
Como o que resta de uma noite de paixão, ou o cabelo dele quando acorda.
UPSIDE DOWN
Scott Matthew
I walk a tight rope
And live with the high hope
That somehow we still feel the same
Through this catastrophe
It's quietly telling me "welcome"
There's that word again
For I don't care if the world's upside down
If you're lost or you're found
I know my feet will stay far from the ground
If you'd just stick around
(...)